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Chapters:

1: Follow me, the time traveller

2: Among elements

3: Possibility of another breath ?

4: Indeed, I suggest

5: Imagine and I suppose

6: Back To

7: Soon A Wished Star

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The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient
to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.
The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent
lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and
passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and
caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that
luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of
the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in
this way—marking the points with a lean forefinger—as we sat and lazily
admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it) and his
fecundity.

'You must follow me carefully. I shall have to
controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The
geometry, for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a
misconception.'

'Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon?' said Filby, an argumentative person with red hair.

'I
do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for
it. You will soon admit as much as I need from you. You know of course
that a mathematical line, a line of thickness nil, has no real
existence. They taught you that? Neither has a mathematical plane. These
things are mere abstractions.'

'That is all right,' said the Psychologist.

'Nor, having only length, breadth, and thickness, can a cube have a real existence.'